Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1119 So he likes money, what kind of illness is this that makes me want to die? (Bonus chapter for monthly votes)

After Jin Wubing gave the He family father and son a lesson through his noisy commotion, seeing that the two had stopped talking, he had no intention of chasing after them and turned his attention back to Fang Yan's medical record.

Although he couldn't fully understand what was written in dialect, he knew it was probably correct.

The reason Fang Yan and He Dong were arguing was mainly because He Dong didn't respect Fang Yan. Whenever He Dong discussed medical cases with Fang Yan after the patient had left, Fang Yan wouldn't say anything.

To question someone to their face, and after an explanation, to continue pursuing the matter relentlessly suggests ulterior motives.

That's why he confronted them.

As it turns out, he wasn't wrong to confront the wrong people. If those two had truly no ill intentions, they wouldn't have been so angry that their faces turned pale and then red.

Fang Yan, however, was now back at work, seemingly unconcerned about the earlier incident. After quickly finishing the medical record, he continued to give the patient additional instructions:

"Avoid eating raw or cold fruits and vegetables while taking the medication, otherwise you may get poisoned. Also, avoid mung bean soup and strong tea, as they will counteract the effects of the medication."

"Also, remember to cooperate with our medical staff and record your urine output, sleep duration, and the number of palpitations. These are the kinds of information I need to check every day."

Upon hearing the dialect, the patient snapped out of his daze and nodded, saying:
"Okay, I've written it down."

Just now, Jin Wubing and the He family father and son were making a big fuss, and the patient's attention was completely drawn to them. When she heard that He Dong was Fang Yan's cousin, she was just watching the drama unfold and almost forgot that she came here to see Fang Yan for treatment.

"The root of your illness is that you are overthinking and damaging your spleen. In your daily life, you should not think too much about business matters, and you should also avoid thinking about other things. Listen to music, read some light reading materials, and keep a good mood."

"You should feel better soon," Fang Yan said to the patient.

Hearing Fang Yan's words, Mrs. Zheng glanced at the He family father and son beside her, then said to Fang Yan with certainty:
"Yes, Dr. Fang, I definitely trust your skills, don't worry!"

Fang Yan was taken aback, then found herself both amused and exasperated. What was going on? She was actually comforting herself? Was it because she had just been questioned and was starting to doubt herself?

He had no such thoughts at all. He wasn't an ordinary young man in his early twenties, so how could he be affected by He Dong's question?

“That’s right, Dr. Fang, you need to have confidence in yourself!” Zheng Tongmin’s sister said to Fang Yan from the side.

"..." Fang Yan was speechless.

He was too lazy to say anything more, and nodded:
Thank you for your trust!

After speaking in dialect, he tore off the prescription and handed it to Xie Chunrong, instructing him to arrange for the medicine to be prepared. He then told the patient to go and complete the admission procedures.

"The medicine should be delivered to your room in about two hours after it's been prepared."

"Remember, after drinking this, avoid eating raw or cold fruits and vegetables, including cold water. You must remember this, or you will be poisoned." Fang Yan knew that many people living abroad preferred to drink cold water. If this habit is not taken seriously, it can easily lead to poisoning. Although Fang Yan's amount of aconite was very small, it was still dangerous, so he had to remind him.

Hearing the dialect-speaking patient solemnly reiterate the instructions, the patient nodded seriously, and Mr. Zheng quickly added:

“I’ve written it all down. I’ll make sure someone keeps an eye on her.”

The patient said to Mr. Zheng:
"Look at what you're saying. I'm not a child. I rarely eat raw or cold food anyway. I don't like drinking cold water in Switzerland; I drink hot water."

Mr. Zheng spoke in dialect:

"Yes, it was all because Qiao Nan's master told us not to drink cold water, saying it would cause insufficient metabolism or something. We kept that in mind even when we were abroad."

Fang Yan nodded upon hearing this. It seemed that Master Zhou Zuoyu, Chu Qiaonan's mentor, had instilled a good habit in the patient.

That way, I won't have to worry about her forgetting. If she drinks a mouthful of cold water, that would be a big problem.

"Okay, then everything's fine now. Let's go straight to the admission process. There are people outside who will take you there; our TCM nurses will accompany you." Fang Yan said to them.

Mr. Zheng nodded, then casually took out an envelope and handed it to Fang Yan, saying, "Dr. Fang, thank you for your hard work. I hope you will continue to help me. I didn't bring anything with me, this is just a small token of my appreciation."

This looks like money.

Having grown accustomed to the common practice of giving gifts, Fang Yan hadn't encountered such simple and unpretentious money in a long time. Fang Yan nodded and said:

"Thank you, I'm grateful."

Yesterday, Fang Yan received four gifts, but today is the first time everyone has seen him accept money directly.

The traditional Chinese medicine practitioners behind him all looked thoughtful.

In particular, He Jingwei and Chen Mike both showed the same look of sudden realization. He Jingwei seemed to have figured something out, and his serious expression disappeared, replaced by an expression of confidence.

It looks like they've grasped the essence of the dialect.

With so many people here to observe, it wasn't appropriate to share Fang Yan with Xie Chunrong, Zhao Qingkai, and Chen Wenwei in front of them, so he could only put it away in his own drawer.

The saying goes, "Everyone who sees it gets a share," but dialects still vary from person to person.

Besides, most people here don't lack this kind of money.

Of course, this may not include certain individuals.

However, at least on the surface, the Chinese medicine practitioners who have returned from abroad here are not short of money.

Fang Yan then added some more information to the medical record and said to Chen Wenwei:
"Call the next person in."

"Okay!" Chen Wenwei immediately ran out to call for help.

Soon the next patients came in; this time it was a couple.

Fang Yan had met the husband inside before. His name was Wang Bo. She had met him at a banquet last time. He was fifty-one years old and worked in security in several European countries.

That's right, the bosses are Chinese, who hire and train retired foreign soldiers to work as bodyguards for wealthy people.

During the years when Bruce Lee's movies were popular, Chinese bosses seemed to represent a mysterious and powerful force, and their prices were also very competitive, so their business was booming at that time.

Bruce Lee probably never imagined that he would actually help Wang Bo get this job.

After this person came in, he sat directly in front of Fang Yan's consultation table and said to Fang Yan:

"Dr. Fang, hello, it's nice to see you again!"

Fang Yan glanced at his wife and asked somewhat uncertainly:

Are you feeling unwell?

He nodded and said:
"Yes, a month ago I suddenly felt severe pain in my chest and abdomen. The pain lasted only a few minutes to less than ten minutes. After going to the hospital, no problems were found."

"Moreover, during an attack, I felt that the voices of the people around me and my own thoughts became faster, and I also had a feeling of wanting to die."

"I thought there was something wrong with my brain or my mind, but after going to the psychiatric hospital for examination and evaluation, I was still within the normal range."

"But when it flares up, I really want to die. It happens several times a day, and I can no longer live a normal life."

"The hospital prescribed me strong painkillers and told me to take them in advance, but they still had no effect. There was nothing I could do when an attack occurred."

His wife, who was standing beside him, also said:
“We even went to see a pastor before we returned to China… but it didn’t work.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan frowned, experiencing severe chest and abdominal pain, sensory problems, and suicidal tendencies.

What's happening here?
PS: I got 100 more monthly votes, so I'll finish this chapter now. I currently owe everyone 23000 words.

There will be more this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)